“I don’t have a choice about where in the bar they set up my beer tub. I have to take whatever they give me. The girls who have worked there longer get first pick on the better locations.”
Big Roy gives me a doubtful look. “You wouldn’t be holding out on me, would you? Because there could be bad consequences if you are.”
“No, of course not,” I lie.
I try my best to look indignant at the accusation while at the same time thinking of the two hundred dollars folded neatly in the back pocket of my jean skirt.
For a second, I consider handing it over, too.
No, it’s too late now. He would know I intended to keep it for myself and there would be hell to pay.
My heart pounds loudly in my chest. I focus on keeping my voice steady and my breathing calm. It won’t do to let him smell fear.
“Where is Ty?” I ask. “Is he passed out drunk again in his room? I’m getting worried about his drinking.”
“No, he’s out doing something for the club. Why? Are you scared to be alone with me?” He laughs as if the thought amuses him.
Yes.
Terrified.
He wants me to be scared of him. In fact, he wants everyone to be scared of him. Big Roy rules by fear and force. I’ve seen him in action often enough to know.
I don’t answer his question out loud. No matter what I say, it will come out wrong. If I say I’m not afraid of him, he’ll tell me I should be. If I say I am afraid, it will make me look weak, and he won’t like that either.
What a fool I’ve been. To foolishly believe I was immune to the danger because I was his VP’s little sister. The best thing for me to do is try to placate him for now and hopefully he’ll leave me alone.
“Tips should pick up tomorrow night at the club,” I say. “Tonight was a light crowd. The other girls were talking about how most of the bikers aren’t due in town until tomorrow for the long weekend.” I try to smile. “I have a few new ideas to spice up my look. I’ll try harder,” I offer, hoping to sound convincing.
Big Roy stands up and crams the wad of money into his pockets. “For your sake, I sure hope so,” he says. “I don’t like to be disappointed. Make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
He walks past me to the door and I hold my breath, waiting and praying for him to leave. If he reaches a hand out to touch me, I’m screwed.
In more ways than one.
He steps out the doorway then turns around. My heart drops.
“Just so you know,” he says. “It’s already been decided. From now on, you’re going to ride with me as my old lady. Tomorrow you’ll need to move your stuff into my room.”
The floor threatens to fall out from under me.
“I left a porn channel on for you,” he adds. “Maybe you can pick up some tips. We can try them out later.” He gives me a nasty wink and walks away.
I quickly shut the door, throw the deadbolt, and lean back against it.
I’d rather be dead than let Big Roy touch me.
Ride as his old lady?
No way in hell.
I’ve picked up enough biker slang to know that ‘old lady’ means he wants me to be his woman and share his bed. The thought of Big Roy crawling between my legs makes me want to vomit.
I can’t imagine where he got the crazy idea that I would be willing to have sex with him. Not one time have I ever given him any encouragement. No flirting, no chatting, no sly smiles in his direction. Then I realize what I want has nothing to do with this.
Big Roy wants, therefore he gets.
Period.
End of story.
I wonder how long Ty and Big Roy have been planning this behind my back. Would Ty really be willing to prostitute his own sister?
I am so stupid.
I should have known this could happen.
In the back of my mind, I always hoped Ty would step up and protect me if one of the club members made a move on me. Like any decent big brother would do. And maybe he might have, if the pursuer had been anyone other than Big Roy.
According to Ty, Big Roy walks on water. The best day of his life was when Big
Big Roy gives me a doubtful look. “You wouldn’t be holding out on me, would you? Because there could be bad consequences if you are.”
“No, of course not,” I lie.
I try my best to look indignant at the accusation while at the same time thinking of the two hundred dollars folded neatly in the back pocket of my jean skirt.
For a second, I consider handing it over, too.
No, it’s too late now. He would know I intended to keep it for myself and there would be hell to pay.
My heart pounds loudly in my chest. I focus on keeping my voice steady and my breathing calm. It won’t do to let him smell fear.
“Where is Ty?” I ask. “Is he passed out drunk again in his room? I’m getting worried about his drinking.”
“No, he’s out doing something for the club. Why? Are you scared to be alone with me?” He laughs as if the thought amuses him.
Yes.
Terrified.
He wants me to be scared of him. In fact, he wants everyone to be scared of him. Big Roy rules by fear and force. I’ve seen him in action often enough to know.
I don’t answer his question out loud. No matter what I say, it will come out wrong. If I say I’m not afraid of him, he’ll tell me I should be. If I say I am afraid, it will make me look weak, and he won’t like that either.
What a fool I’ve been. To foolishly believe I was immune to the danger because I was his VP’s little sister. The best thing for me to do is try to placate him for now and hopefully he’ll leave me alone.
“Tips should pick up tomorrow night at the club,” I say. “Tonight was a light crowd. The other girls were talking about how most of the bikers aren’t due in town until tomorrow for the long weekend.” I try to smile. “I have a few new ideas to spice up my look. I’ll try harder,” I offer, hoping to sound convincing.
Big Roy stands up and crams the wad of money into his pockets. “For your sake, I sure hope so,” he says. “I don’t like to be disappointed. Make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
He walks past me to the door and I hold my breath, waiting and praying for him to leave. If he reaches a hand out to touch me, I’m screwed.
In more ways than one.
He steps out the doorway then turns around. My heart drops.
“Just so you know,” he says. “It’s already been decided. From now on, you’re going to ride with me as my old lady. Tomorrow you’ll need to move your stuff into my room.”
The floor threatens to fall out from under me.
“I left a porn channel on for you,” he adds. “Maybe you can pick up some tips. We can try them out later.” He gives me a nasty wink and walks away.
I quickly shut the door, throw the deadbolt, and lean back against it.
I’d rather be dead than let Big Roy touch me.
Ride as his old lady?
No way in hell.
I’ve picked up enough biker slang to know that ‘old lady’ means he wants me to be his woman and share his bed. The thought of Big Roy crawling between my legs makes me want to vomit.
I can’t imagine where he got the crazy idea that I would be willing to have sex with him. Not one time have I ever given him any encouragement. No flirting, no chatting, no sly smiles in his direction. Then I realize what I want has nothing to do with this.
Big Roy wants, therefore he gets.
Period.
End of story.
I wonder how long Ty and Big Roy have been planning this behind my back. Would Ty really be willing to prostitute his own sister?
I am so stupid.
I should have known this could happen.
In the back of my mind, I always hoped Ty would step up and protect me if one of the club members made a move on me. Like any decent big brother would do. And maybe he might have, if the pursuer had been anyone other than Big Roy.
According to Ty, Big Roy walks on water. The best day of his life was when Big
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